WEAKNESS

Ch. 7

Authors note: WOW! You know what? I had the longest writers block in the history of all writers blocks! hehe, but now i'm back and here with the second to last chapter of the story. I hope you all read it! It's so wonderful isn't it? Hahahhaha but yeah anyway. I decided Ichigo's fate... don't kill me please... and please continue reading. I'm soo sorry and well, I chose that whoever she DOESN'T end up with, will have a better story next time (perhaps a small one shot? Or maybe an entire story! your choice) Ahem, but anyway...I really hope you guys like this, i do.. and MAKE SURE YOU READ NEXT TIME (I'll post faster this time, maybe a day or two...or three) FOR THE NEXT AND FINAL INSTALLMENT OF WEAKNESS! . .

This does not belong to me Tokyo Mew mew is property of Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida.

The dark shadow which seemed to fill the café, spread and deepened…becoming a gloom which caused the mew mews to hold looks of the utmost unhappiness. "Lettuce, you dropped another dish…" came the lazy voice of mint, mopping the same spot over and over again with the thick ratted mop. A puddle formed around her stylish white shoes…and soon, they began to look…soaked and gray.

"Oh, did I? Oops…Pudding…could you get that?" her tone dragged and she caught a plate before it tumbled from a table. "Ah…" the gloom was suppressing all of them. It seemed, they all took turns, and soon the café was filled with a chorus of depressed sighs…

The door swung open, the bell rung with a high-pitched ring, drawing attention to itself and the sudden intruder. "I came here… in search… of… Masaya." Green locks tied with ropes at the side of his face, were slightly moved as the door shut behind him, sending a brief wind of air around him.

"Kisshu?" the name echoed through the café and all eyes rested on the strange figure.

"How clever of you!" he teased as he began looking around. "I sensed his presence here, could you prod me in the correct direction…Please?" he purred in a sly, cunning tone. His golden optics scanned the enclosure, however, the confused look on all of their faces, told him they didn't know. Using his extreme prowess, he seemed to float past all the dazed girls…unsure if they had seen correctly…and the Mew mews as they continued their look of utter confusion.

"I'll find him…myself. Have a nice day" he said, winking at a nearby girl, he really had no shame.

Following the aura of his former master's human form, he pushed the kitchen door open and the being's presence grew stronger… he could hear a quiet voice, cold…and very down to earth. "…You ever could ever imagine…" the voice was famliar and he paused…listening for a moment longer, hesitant…and unsure whether he should go near the voice…for it was Zakuro.

"What…am I supposed to do? I feel like I'm betraying Ichigo…argh! What is it about you boy? Masaya! Answer me! I hate you so much it makes me dizzy…but when you touch me…"

Kisshu blushed deeply…just what exactly was Masaya doing to her?

"A…and that's…all…y'know…?" A deep sigh followed…then the sound…of…tears.

Most people would say that tears don't make a sound, but he knew better. It would begin with a deep feeling of great sorrow, a quiet tune would begin…called the 'tear's reminisce' a mourning song…before the glass-like tear drop would fall, shattering with a melodious tinkling. Kisshu listened to her tears for a moment…then he remembered Ichigo and his heart burned with fire. He swooped around the counter and saw them. Masaya was obviously not conscious and Zakuro was currently unaware of Kisshu, but he wouldn't let that continue. "Hehe…Hello there…"

Looking up, her eyes filled with a mist. She watched him hesitantly and then she lay Masaya on the ground. Zakuro stood, her fists clenched in fists. "What do you want?" her tone was icy and her lips were pale as she pressed them together in a tight frown.

"I've come for Masaya." His reply was explanatory, but not satisfying.

"Screw off." She spat angrily. Her eyes scanned his expression, her lips formed a smirk and she said, "Before I have to beat your skull in."

"You back-stabbing traitor!" his voice echoed through the kitchen, chilling Zakuro to the core. "How could you do this to Ichigo? After she took you in and treated you so kindly…" he asked evilly.

Zakuro's stomach dropped, sinking into her very soul and causing her to shiver. "…I am no traitor…" she argued, through her grit teeth. Her eyes became like lasers as she stood, her cross, held out in front of her "MEW MEW ZAKURO! METAMORPHOSIS!" she shouted, starting the transformation sequence…

She stood, ready as she stared at the awed alien.

"Stand aside Zakuro" Kisshu's voice echoed, his eyes burning as well.

"No." she hissed angrily. "I won't."

"You would betray Ichigo?" he asked sneakily, grabbing a hot pan from behind him and holding it carefully behind his back. "How dare you?"

"I didn't betray Ichigo…but it was wrong." She shook angrily "I don't need to explain myself to you!" She cracked her whip at him "ZAKURO WHIP!" she shouted as she started the aggression.

"HOT PAN!" He shouted in return, throwing the pan full of hot sauce at her. Laughing wickedly as he let the pan fly as well.

"AAH!" she screamed, recoiling as the hot liquid seared her skin. "AUUGH!" she yelped, wiping it off as quickly as she could. Her eyes filled with anguish as she backed up into the oven, the handle hitting her back and she reeled forward, falling onto her knees. She gasped painfully as she cracked her whip again. "STAY…B…Stay Back!"

"I don't want to hurt you, anymore than I have to Zakuro, now get out of the way!" he hissed, flying in at her and throwing a wild throw at her, using his arm brace, before turning it and trying to hit her with the sharp edge on the side.

She hit it away with the handle of her Zakuro Whip, calling out "RIBBON ZAKURO SPEAR!" Her whip extended and slammed into him, throwing him against the wall. "Argh! Kisshu!" She spat angrily, her eyes full of fire and chills running down her spine from this fight. She dodged another item, this time called 'parfait dagger' and darted toward him again.

"Poor little wolfy…" he said as he appeared behind her, slamming the brace into the back of her head. She lost control, slipped and fell face down. Her head was spinning and she barely had the strength to sit up… her eyes were misty and she let out a painful breath…"uugh…"

There was a wicked laugh and then Kisshu said "Good bye Mew mew!"

She spun around, her head spinning, her thoughts cloudy, but she saw his attack coming…and couldn't even raise a finger. She clenched her teeth, dropping her whip, just waiting for the oncoming blow.

There was a flash of light and a knife flew in front of Kisshu's nose. The boy was on his feet, shivering, with cold but ready for a bit of a fight. He looked at the alien with annoyance. "Hello Kisshu…Welcome back." He said as he wrapped his hands into fists. He continued to stare at the alien, who's grin turned into molevolance, this was a fight that would be both satisfying and decisive…He WOULD have Zakuro and Kisshu would not stand between them.

Ichigo raised her eyes slowly to Ryou's hand. Dance. Now? What a strange idea… The music reached her ears and it sounded…oddly familiar. She ran a hand through her red hair, wiping her eyes from the tears. She reached out slowly, placing her hand in his. "…Okay…"

She stood, allowing herself to be pulled from the closet and then she blushed as he laced his fingers with hers, intertwining them as he placed his other hand on around her, and on her left shoulder blade. Ichigo averted her eyes to the ground, feeling strangely happy, while extremely depressed. Her lips formed a line, she decided she'd settle for 'content'. At the moment, she really was…Content. She was drawn closer to him and she soon found it hard to avoid his eyes, then eventually…it was…impossible. She couldn't tear her eyes from his, in fact…she didn't want to. She placed her hand on his shoulder and they began to sway and turn. Her cheeks became flushed and she almost laughed at herself…

He lead her this way and that, she stepped on his foot every now and then, apologizing profusely. She noticed, that no matter how many times she messed up, his expression didn't change. She felt herself be drawn even closer, until they were nearly inches apart. She thought he was going to wind down and stop for a moment, instead, he merely performed a few more dance steps before shifting his arms completely, releasing her hand and moving his other hand from her shoulder blade. Instead, he wrapped his left arm around her waist and took hold, gently, of her chin and kissed her ever so lightly. Ichigo blushed again, sliding her arms around his neck…absentmindedly toying with a lock of his golden hair as her eyes fell closed.

Kawaii! Hahhahahaah Well, I'm sorry Kisshu, your story will be better! And very very cute. AAANyway What did you guys think? I can't wait to write this awesome fight scene, i'm still deciding the outcome..BWAHAHHAH aww the heartache! T.T . Well post and the winner was...SUPER LUCKY TIKI CHARM! hahaah sooo gross! Good work! and REEVIIIIEWWW

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